I, Straw Sandal Liu, Bring Salt!

"Holy crap!" After being infected by Zhang Fei and Dian Wei these past few days, Liu Bei had learned to say it too. After all, he was a descendant of Liu Bang. With Wang Xuan insulting Liu Bang right to his face, Liu Bei had to say something about it. Otherwise, wouldn't that make him unfilial? One had to know that the Han Dynasty valued filial piety above all else. "He was still the Taizu High Emperor. That's going too far!"

Wang Xuan completely ignored Liu Bei's displeasure. What, can't I even speak the truth now?

"I've discovered that what you're saying is far too narrow-minded!"

Liu Bei was stunned. How exactly am I narrow-minded? So I'm narrow-minded for letting you insult my ancestor?

"Don't think you can refuse to accept that!" Wang Xuan patted Liu Bei on the shoulder and continued, "Before becoming emperor, being a scoundrel was a stain. But after becoming emperor, that same experience as a scoundrel was called inspiring!"

Wang Xuan directly began hoodwinking him—no, began giving a speech. "Back then, when Qin lost the realm, all under Heaven chased after it. How many people of noble birth were there? Xiang Yu, for instance, was a descendant of the Chu royal family. Any one of them had a stronger foundation than the High Emperor. In other words, whether in learning, wealth, identity, or status, there were countless people stronger than the High Emperor. Yet in the end, it was still the High Emperor who seized the realm. What does that tell us?"

Liu Bei blinked and cautiously said, "Are kings, marquises, generals, and ministers really born to their stations?"

You got it right, so what am I supposed to say? You really have no sense of timing!

"Wrong!" Wang Xuan directly rejected it. "It tells